We all believe. And we each have our own way of practicing our faith. Precious minutes each day, devoted to worship…precious minutes, each day, when we can remove our conscious selves from the physical world and become enveloped by our deities.
Or maybe it’s just me…
For those like myself who hold a particular reverence for the awesome power of music and sound, putting in earbuds, popping in a CD or putting a needle to vinyl and pressing play can be an almost religious experience…a glimpse into the divine! It can enhance or detract; construct or destroy; amplify or mute. To we who believe, it can give solace just as easily as it can bring on discomfort.
I’m sure you’re reading this and thinking that I need to get a life…possibly true.
But you cannot deny that you too have, at some point in your cognizant existence, been influenced by and acted under the guidance of these moving waves…that even for the most brief interval of time, been transported from your physical surroundings into a world created by your mind.
Not only are these sonic rituals a window into our minds, but they are also a means of time travel. The physical compression of air in certain patterns and frequencies that we interpret as sound is transformed into electrical impulses that activate certain areas of your brain, where they have the ability to continue on and trigger memories. Despite our (supposedly and arguably) massive intellectual capabilities as human beings, our limited ability to control our thoughts is rarely more evident than when song and lyric carry your mind away to another specific instance of time.
Reality is limited by perception. As sound is one of the distinctions that defines reality, I like to think that the structure and organization of its elemental units (music) is one of the ‘bridges’ that links our reality with a world that we don’t have the means to perceive; all the frequencies, from the lowest bass to the highest treble and those in between, are essential to further describe and understand our surroundings.
And at the same time, we create it…at the very least, we are vessels by which it is conveyed.
So, my fellow believers, as you go off and bathe your mind in sound, peace be with you.
–wall of fuzz